A warm birthday wish from some of your favorite people…
He Wants To Be YOUR Soul Provider…
Woof!
Love,
Giang, Tom, and the two sex-HAY Michaels. So sexy it hurts…down boys!
PS – Oh my god. I’m Alex. Oh my god. ;)
UPDATE
Alexis is making me tell everyone my dirty little secret, so here it is, loud and proud and red on your TV screen: I VOTED FOR GEORGE BUSH. Yes, yes I did! And I am to be blamed for anything he does in office, should he be re-elected. But you know what, while I am being candid? I think there is something not right about John Kerry. Mark my words, people, they will be the next to last political-esque words I ever utter in public: If John Kerry is elected, he will do something horrendous. I can feel it…he’ll be on that podium on January 15th, and suddenly turn to the TV screen, point his finger, and open his mouth and let out his high-pitched alien shriek, and then – THEN you’ll be sorry! Alright, I’m done: flame away. ;)
BACK TO THE REGULAR BLOG…
Everyone is always picking on Microsoft, and you know what? I like Microsoft. I trust the Microsoft name. If I saw Bill Gates on the street, I would shake his hand, and say, “You know what, Mr. Bill Gates? I like Microsoft.”
Welcome to Day 2 of the Giang-Is-Sick-A-Thon.
Incidentally, today is also election day. I dropped off my ballot, and thought, “John Kerry looks like an old, dried up tree.” And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
More incidentally than that, I’m still a sniffly mess, so I am going to curl up and nap for awhile. Be kind to Microsoft today.
LATER
Just to be fair, I have always thought George Dubya looked like one of those monkeys from “Super Monkey Ball”:
Also, have solved the mystery of “Ota Are You Okay, When You Tell Us, That You’re Okay?”: The SMS From Nowhere!
Also, Are You Dumb?
THE TIME WHEN GIANG WAS TAKING COLD MEDS AND MADE RANDOM HEADINGS IN CAPS
I am reading Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser. In a very detached, I-Would-Never-Name-My-Kid-This, I have always liked the name Theodore. Not so much Alvin, or Simon, but Theodore…Theodore’s okay. The book is okay, although sometimes clumsily written. It’s kind of surprising. I mean, they SAY it’s a classic, but it may just be OLD. Just like the Gay rule. He may look gay to you and me, but he may just be OLD.
I have Firefox installed, but don’t use it, because it takes longer to load up. I love how Microsoft plays seek and destroy with any programs that attempt to compete with its applications. If it weren’t for those pesky antitrust/monopoly/democracy laws and things, the world could be a huge conglomo market for Microsoft. We could all be wearing Microsoft clothes in lovely grays and blues, and drive Microsoft cars. Watch Microsoft TV. Own a Microsoft Toaster Oven.
HAVE A MONKEY MORE!
TWO THOUGHTS THAT WILL GET ME INTO SOME VARYING DEGREES OF TROUBLE, THE LATTER BEING NONE OF MY DAMN BUSINESS, BUT I WILL SAY IT ANYWAY
One. Gay people should be allowed to marry. I don’ t understand why this is an issue; frankly, it boggles my mind how people can justify to themselves the prejudice that banning gay marriage entails. The real danger here is aliens. And John Kerry is the captain of the mother ship.
Two. M: Leave your wife. Now. She will only suck away the joy until you look back at 50 and wonder what the hell has happened to yourself. Run for the hills, boy! Run fast, run far! Don’t look back! But pack well. Pack very well.
LAST THOUGHTS AND ONE MORE MONKEY FOR THE ROAD
Time for me to alternate between folding paper and napping profusely. I hope you’ve enjoyed this election coverage as much as I have. At least, I am cuter than Brit Hume. ;) Take care, darlings!
I am my sick self today, sore-throated and grumpy. No paragraphs. Too hard.
Okay, off I go to snuggle myself up and read. Be good.
G
I am the dumbest monkey with a typewriter EVER. I might as well ask, before you all beat me to it: anyone have a bridge they want to sell me?
How It Started (How It Always Starts…)
From: Alex Touma
To: Alex’s List
Sent: Thursday, October 21, 2004 5:42 AMHi Everyone,
Do any of you see the third error, I can only see two. http://members.home.nl/saen/Special/Zoeken.swf
–Alex
The Firm Resolve
From: Giang
To: Alex
Sent: Sunday October 24, 2004 at 12:57 AMI am never doing any of the things you send again. You’re not getting me this time. I’m not doing it! ;)
Hook…
From: Alex
To: Giang
Sent: Sunday October 24, 2004 at 1:03 AMYour loss not mine.
I thought you would enjoy that one cause are into photography. I found the third error but it took a long ass time.
FYI, ur purse called me again.
lata.
…Line…
From: Giang
To: Alex
Sent: Sunday October 24, 2004 at 1:05 AMI’m just jumpy – didn’t even go to the link because normally when you send these, I end up staring at a screen, and then screaming when some scary picture comes on it!
Sorry about the constant calls – my phone is bad, and needs to be punished.
G ;)
…Sinker…
From: Alex
To: Giang
Sent: Sunday October 24, 2004 at 1:09 AMHaha, no problem about the calls.
Unless if someone else told you lies about that link, u have nothing to be worried about. And if you do find the third error, I am just telling you that it has nothing to do with the boat. Everyone keeps thinking its the damn boat and I don’t understand wtf is different with the boat.
…SUCKER!
From: Giang
To: Alex
Sent: Sunday October 31, 2004 at 11:54 PMAlex. I’m going to kill you. I can’t believe…I did it again.
* Grrr… *
From: Alex
To: Giang
Sent: Monday, November 1, 2004 12:23 AMOops, I did it again!
This was a public service announcement. Do not believe his lies! (Although I am fairly certain I am the only person who is dumb enough to keep opening those…) ;)
Also, someone from the 209 area code (Modesto, CA) has been text messaging me for the last four months or so, with only the message “OTA OK”. I just got another one, and sent back, “Who are you?” Is this some sort of a phone bug, or a scam, or something, and I’ve just unwittingly registered my phone for some kind of kinky phone sex network telemarketing? Or are desperate Modestans really trying to reach out to me?
This whole cellphone thing is getting out of hand. Tomorrow I’m going to the store and buying myself a 50 pound rotary phone. ;)
Night all!
G
Happy Halloween!
I’ve had too many thoughts as of late, time to slip into the calm, soothing, brainless waters of a list! Today it’s gonna be video games. Feel free to let your eyes glaze over: it’s my page, and I’ll geek if I want to! ;)
Games Giang Likes To Play, In No Particular Order At All
1. The Oregon Trail. Yeah, that’s right. The same game we all used to play in the computer lab, on those yellow/green screened Apples, only mine is in color. Whoo-hoo! What is there not to like? You can name your characters whatever you want! None of you have ever been exempt from a mad trek across the country…and more than one of you have died because instead of waiting for the fog to clear, I have tried to caulk the wagon and float it across. Shame on me, I am an irresponsible Wagon Leader! ;)
2. Neverwinter Nights. I have both its expansions too, Shadows Of Undrentide and Hordes Of The Underdark, but have not gotten around to playing them yet. This game is incredible – great music, solid plot, and a lot of fun hack-and-slash! I mean, if you like that sort of thing. ;) I started off my character Jolly Jack as a True Neutral…and despite intentions to stay a Neutral character, somehow ended up as a Lawful Good, titled “Benefactor”. DAMNIT. How come I can’t be a bad guy? ;)
3. Rogue. The link goes to a version slightly different from original – in which “E” does not stand for Emu, but Floating Eye. It doesn’t matter. This game is like a little shot of crack that you can fit on a floppy disk. The purpose of it is to get through the 99 levels and retrieve some sort of amulet…I think the furthest I’ve ever gotten, in the 17 odd years that I’ve been cognizant of its existence, is like, level 20. And then I got killed by those damn Quaggas. Damn the Quaggas!
4. Ghost Master. Bahaha! Make the little people run and scream! ;)
5. Betrayal At Krondor. I remember the night I got little Owen to 100% on the lute, and laughed so hard I spit out the water I had in my mouth all over my sister. And then my dad came downstairs and we all got in trouble, and I laughed some more. There was no more BAK that night… ;)
6. X-Com: UFO Defense. If you have a reverent bone in your body, it should be bowed down to this game. Although, I have no idea how anyone ever finished this game without cheating like the devil – this game is HARD. My brothers always had to hack up my money to infinity, otherwise, the aliens always have control over you – how you gonna fight one of those flying pod aliens if you’re only using pistols, and no grenades?
7. The Sims. And all its expansions and iterations. Make them laugh, make them cry, make them scare people with puppets…I love my Sims! :)
8. Resident Evil. I was the first person in my family to finish this game, holed up in my brother’s house in San Luis Obispo (when he lived in SLO) with only a maniac kitten and a Playstation. Six years, ten incarnations, and two movies later, there is still nothing quite like firing up the PSX and blowing up squishy zombie heads. Who’da thought that the words “Itchy” and “Tasty” paired together would ever yield so many good things? ;)
9. Rollercoaster Tycoon. If you make the rides too fast, their little faces turn green, and sometimes they puke on the pavement. And sometimes, if you turn the MPH too high, they go flying off the ride screaming. That is usually bad for business for awhile. ;)
10. Diablo. I tried to play this game. I made it down to The Butcher on the second level, heard him yell, “Fresh meat!”, and turned tail and ran right back up those stairs. Go me!
11. Legacy Of Kain. Winner of The Most Convoluted Plot Ever. But it doesn’t matter. The atmosphere is great, as is the voice acting. And I love to love Kain – he’s just such a bad, bad boy. Mwahahah. ;)
12. Super Monkey Ball. Monkeys and bubble balls – you can do no wrong! MY BANANA! :)
13. World Of Warcraft. And the crowning glory of my video game experiences, World Of Warcraft. :) My first real MMORPG – and it’s going to be a hell of a hard act to follow. Go Blizzard! :)
There are more. I’m a geek, of course there are more. But that’s enough for now. Time to get something to eat, and then figure out how I’m going to move this puzzle (it’s actually gotten quite out of control, being very much larger than I anticipated) from my desk to that table over there without breaking it.
Take care, geeks and non-geeks alike, stay safe out there!
G :)
It’s me again, can’t sleep. Apparently, it is 1:00 still. Or, it will be 1:00 still again in an hour. Is this the good one, or the one that makes me cry? I can never tell.
I walked downstairs for a glass of water a moment ago, and heading back to my room, caught sight of the poor neglected piano sitting cold and shut up in the darkness. Some day, I will have a house in the middle of nowhere, where if I wanted to, I could stop on the way back from getting water in the night, and warm up the piano keys a little bit before retiring to bed. Of course, then, I would lose the pleasure of annoying the annoying neighbors, but I guess once a girl reaches a certain age, such perverse pleasures must be laid to rest (and promptly traded in for a whole new set of pleasant perversities).
Speaking of perverts. When I am restless, like I am tonight, I trawl around the internet looking for interesting things. Here’s tonight’s happy fun-time submission:
I am stuck somewhere between slack-jawed annoyance and tittering amusement at this one. I mean, I am a fairly flighty creature, not prone to militaristic displays of much of anything, but how you gonna pimp us out like that, Ming-dog? But at the same time, way to pimp us out like that, sister! And again, a conflict of feeling in response to my own nearly-unwarranted reactionism (as I’m sure Ming is a lovely person) – how dare I make such a judgement? Dating’s a rough world, and you know, if it helps someone out there find that special Asian flower, who am I to verbally, karmatically cheapen that experience with my rough-shod sarcasm? Shame on me, I lose a point for un-congeniality. Read the book if you like! Read it twice! Give it to a friend! In fact, I’m going to buy everyone on my Christmas list a copy of this book.
After all, I am, sometimes in spite of my better judgement, an Asian Woman. There could be some highly enjoyable benefits to having everyone around me know how to please me. I mean, maybe even I should read this book – what if I’ve been doing it all wrong for the last 25 years, being attracted to men I oughtn’t be attracted to? It’s a two way street! In fact, it could be everyone’s street! There should be a How To Attract Black Women, and How To Attract Hispanic Women. There should be a whole series of them, like those Dummies books, only they can be pink, and come with country specific flags for easy conversation starters. I could teach everyone how to say “Your daddy must have been a baker, ’cause you’ve got a nice set of buns!” in Vietnamese, and help the world become a better place, one book at a time.
And you know, I’d do my part too. If anyone ever wrote How To Attract Geek Males, I would totally buy that. Yeah, I would. It’s time for us Asian Women to give something back. You too, Ming.
Psh. I expect everyone who ever said the internet is full of trash and lies to apologize right now. There’s a nice new book in it for you if you do…;)
I’m having a Forrest Gump moment. I’m looking down at my desk, at the hundred odd edges of puzzle scattered on it, and thinking: “Life is like a jigsaw puzzle.” (That is a pretty original thought. I deserve extra points for this entry.) I could elaborate on that statement, but I won’t. You may draw your own conclusions. No – instead, while I’m still young and optimistic, I’m going to keep pounding these puzzle pieces into places they don’t belong, and babble about things elsewise.
The WoW closed beta test came to an end on Friday afternoon. To those of you that I played with, here is my salute of geekdom: I had fun, guys. :)
(Bugger. Bugger. I’ve connected all the edge pieces I have, and they all do not fit together to make a square. You know what that means? It means somewhere in that box of 900 pieces of jigsaw, there is one piece with a straight edge! Bugger!)
I had more to say but it’s late now, and the little people who work in my brain are beginning to turn off the lights and leave for home. I’ll keep it short: You guys rock. Each and every one of you special snowflakes. Because when it boils down to it, and despite the frustrations of day to day interactions with lamer suck-asses (like that guy in the BMW at the drive-through ATM…yeah, you know who you are, you bastard), people are what make life worth the living, and you are the people in my world. May you stay safe, and happy, and well. Much love to you all.
Good night!
G
This is what happens when I am allowed to be my own marketing department. If I were not so amused with my ridiculousness, I would be fired. So fired. ;)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The heart once broken is a heart no more,
And is absolved from all a heart must be;
All that is signed or chartered heretofore
Is cancelled now, the bankrupt heart is free;
So much of duty as you may require
Of shards and dust, this and no more of pain,
This and no more of hope, remorse, desire,
The heart once broken need support again.
How simple ’tis, and what a little sound
It makes in breaking, let the world attest:
It struggles, and it fails; the world goes round,
And the moon follows it. Heart in my breast,
‘Tis half a year now since you broke in two;
The world’s forgotten well, if the world knew.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Shelter this candle from the wind.
Hold it steady. In its light
The cave wherein we wander lost
Glitters with frosty stalactite,
Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,
Sparkles with crystal moon and star,
Till a man would rather be lost than found:
We have forgotten where we are.
Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowing
Down the cave from a secret door
Enters our only foe, the wind.
Hold it steady. Lest we stand,
Each in a sudden, separate dark,
The hot wax spattered upon your hand,
The smoking wick in my nostrils strong,
The inner eyelid red and green
For a moment yet with moons and roses, –
Then the unmitigated dark.
Alone, alone, in a terrible place,
In utter dark without a face,
With only the dripping of the water on the stone,
And the sound of your tears, and the taste of my own.